Around Pinera

The magpies swoop and snatch up crumbs

No wind, yet soon the storm cloud comes

As the arid landscape begs for rains

To render emerald barren plains.

 

Stringy bark and pale-pink gums

Ragged walkways, traffic hums …

A sense of other-worldliness

Blue skies that welcome this lone guest.

 

On railway bridge Pinera way

Two-carriage train in red and grey

Two tracks, but only one still shines

Methinks this once knew busier times!

 

The “yards” on Main Road colour-coded

Reds and blues all sun-imploded

Autumn’s fiery palettes burn

As glory vines are on the turn…

 

This modern city suburb’s creek

Lies silent, parched, stone-filled and bleak

I’m told the winter rains will flow

And form cascades and pools below.

 

For now, however, all stays dry

With scarce a cloud in sapphire sky

Birds catch my eye as they fly low

Enjoying Nature’s vibrant show!

(c) Poet in the woods 2022

Pinera station is on the Belair Line to Adelaide.

This poem was printed in "The Blackwood Times" in Adelaide (2022)!